i’m getting acne on my face for the first time in a couple years, and the three that have popped up have arranged themselves into a perfect equilateral triangle on my forehead.

so when exactly do i get my new superpowers?

So what did Amalfitano’s students learn? They learned to recite aloud. They memorized the two or three poems that they loved most in order to remember them and recite them at the proper times: funerals, weddings, moments of solitude. They learned that a book was a labyrinth and a desert. That there was nothing more important than ceaseless reading and traveling, perhaps one and the same thing. That when books were read, writers were released from the souls of stones, which is where they went to live after they died, and they moved into the souls of readers as if into a soft prison cell, a cell that later swelled to burst. That all writing systems are frauds. That true poetry resides between the abyss and misfortune and that the grand highway of selfless acts, of the elegance of eyes and the fate of Marcabru, passes near its abode. That the main lesson of literature was courage, a rare courage like a stone well in the middle of a lake district, like a whirlwind and a mirror. That reading wasn’t more comfortable than writing. That by reading one learned to question and remember. That memory was love.
— Robert Bolano, Woes of the True Policeman 
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phyerfly:

i felt like i connected a lot to the stickers at the greenhouse today

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theartofanimation:

Lara Paulussen

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realitytvbitch:

Ariana has matured so much :’)

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You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.
Iyanla Vanzant, Yesterday, I Cried (via withmyeverything)
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thebsdboys:

OK first you’re being a total dick right now,

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On June 5, 1989, a young couple waits beneath Jianguomenwai Bridge on the fringe of Beijing’s diplomatic area, as PLA tanks roll above them. Martial law had been in place since the end of May.

Photo (c) Liu Heung Shing, 1989
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